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Chapter 1952 Treat you as brothers

If it wasn't for the dying titra, if it wasn't for the words that titra said to him, if it wasn't for seeing his son...
Perhaps, Wu Jiuyin did not have the intention to fight to the end with Chalupeng's Hei Shui Shengling at this time.
No matter what, Nazhalupeng is also one of the best masters in Southeast Asia. His cultivation is unfathomable, and his realm must be at the level of the earth immortal, and he is also at a very high level of the earth immortal realm.
The situation in Wu Jiuyin is just the opposite. In the battle with Bai Maitreya, his cultivation level was completely lost. Although his cultivation level has been more or less recovered over the years, it is actually still a long way to go to the peak state at that time.
Zhalupeng didn't know Wu Jiuyin's current situation, so he gave in step by step. Even if Ge Yu and Wu Jiuyin killed so many masters of Hei Shui Shengling, their attitude towards Wu Jiuyin was peaceful. Even if they had a great anger in their hearts, they would endure it and planned to let them go.
Another reason is that even if Chalupeng can defeat Wu Jiuyin and others, Hei Shui Shengling will suffer heavy losses. There are very few people who can survive. The price is too high. If Hei Shui Shengling is hit hard again this time, it will not be able to recover in ten or twenty years.
He Zhalupeng could not bear the loss and did not want to make such a great sacrifice.
After all, the older one is, the more afraid of death he is. He doesn't want Hei Shui Shengling to be destroyed in his hands.
So what if he wins, what's the point of becoming a commander of the bare hands?
But the Clay Bodhisattva was still half angry, and Wu Jiuyin was pushing each other hard and refused to leave. He also had to kill Wulong and Mu Dahan who had been trained for so many years. Once these two people died, the Black Water Shengling would definitely be greatly damaged.
As the number one figure of the Black Water Holy Ling, if Wulong and Mudahan are left behind, they will definitely be completely embarrassed. What is even more terrifying is that they cannot convince the public. It turns out that the great lord can even give up Mudahan and Wulong. Who else can't be abandoned in the Black Water Holy Ling?
In front of so many hands, in front of everyone's eyes, Zhalupeng could not always tolerate surrender.
The purple-robed head masters and black witch monks on Zhalupeng's body had already shown murderous aura when they looked at Wu Jiuyin. They waited for Zhalupeng to rush forward to fight Wu Jiuyin with orders.
When did Hei Shui Shengling have eaten such a cowardly?
Seeing Wu Jiuyin's attitude so firm, Zhalupeng's face became more gloomy.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became extremely solemn, and many people's breathing with the strong atmosphere began to become unsmooth.
Why did many masters invited by Wanluo Sect make such a choice?
It was obvious that the people of Hei Shui Shengling had made great concessions. Even though the number was several times higher than that of them, they still chose to let them go. However, they couldn't understand why Wu Jiuyin was still reluctant to give up. Could it be that Wu Jiuyin was so confident that he could face the top power of Hei Shui Shengling at the same time?
In addition to the three demons of Black Water Holy Ling, there are dozens of purple robes and black witch monks, and there are hundreds of Black Water Holy Ling's good players here. This scene is definitely big enough, and there is no problem in destroying a medium-sized sect in China.
As long as the fight starts, many people will die on both sides.
They naturally didn't understand. What Wu Jiuyin had to do was just ask Tila for an explanation, just to let his biological son see. His father Wu Jiuyin was never the one who was bullied. His father would rather die than let his women and children suffer any more grievances.
After a long time, Zhalupeng finally spoke. He looked at Wu Jiuyin with a fierce look and said, "Wu Jiuyin, you have thought that many people will die like this. And I am not your opponent by repeatedly tolerating it. I am afraid that all of you and your people will die here today."
"Same, you and your people are likely to die. I have given you a choice just now, but you have chosen the hardest way to go." Wu Jiu said in a deep voice.
"If you don't say anything, I have to learn the methods of the number one master in China." As he said that, Zhalupeng slowly raised the dragon and snake halberd in his hand and pointed at Wu Jiuyin, and Wu Jiuyin also slightly raised the sword soul in his hand and pointed at Zhalupeng.
Before we started, Wu Jiuyin looked at the masters invited by Wanluo Sect and said in a deep voice: "Friends, today is the personal grudge between me, Wu Jiuyin and Hei Shui Shengling. Next, we fight, and many people will definitely die. Here I just want to say one thing, if anyone doesn't want to die here, even if I leave, if I, Wu Jiuyin, leave here alive, we will still be friends in the future, and after meeting, we can still drink and talk. Thank you for coming to Southeast Asia to save my wife and children. Wu Jiuyin is very grateful. If someone stays, there is nothing else to say. Wu Jiuyin will regard him as a brother of life and death, and I wish to share weal and woe, but I, Wu Jiuyin, hope that you will leave as soon as possible. There is only one life for me, Wu Jiuyin, is not sure that I can leave here alive today."
As soon as these words were spoken, the masters invited by Wanluo Sect immediately looked at each other and were in a panic. After all, there was only one fate for a person, and there was really little hope of survival when he stayed here. After all, there were so many people in Hei Shui Shengling.
Immediately, several people from Wanluo Sect came out, and one of them bowed to Wu Jiuyin and said, "Jiu Master, it's not that we are afraid of life and death, and we won't come to this place even if we are afraid of death. But we have wives, children, and children at home that need care. If we can live, we still want to save our lives. Let's leave this, and hope that Jiu Master will not underestimate us."
"Please take care of yourself, I, Wu Jiuyin, still treat you as brothers." Wu Jiuyin said without changing his expression.
"Who else? If you don't leave, it will be too late. While we haven't taken action yet, our Jiuyang Flower Li Bai can guarantee that you will leave here safely." Li Banxian also said on the side.
Soon, several other masters invited by Wanluo Sect stood up and bowed towards Wu Jiuyin. Without saying a word, he turned around and quickly left with the people before.
Finally, Zhao Yangui looked at the four or five Wanluo Sect people who were left there, one of them was still carrying Wang Aotian on his back, sighed and said, "You guys go too, and send Brother Wang to the Hongye Valley of Ludi."
"Master Zhao...we are not afraid of death!" One of the men from Wanluo Sect said excitedly.
"Let's go!" Zhao Yangui waved his hand.
Chapter completed!
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